GIDDYUP Y'ALL!! I went down to Loveland today and met
Hugh for a friendly ride down to meet the
Boulder group ride. I really wanted to ride down, but I was going to be riding way over my head today, so a headwind home would have put me under the hurt locker. So I show up at Hugh's, and we are chatting a bit, waiting on Lew, sippin' some joe. This is where the friendly part of the ride came to an abrupt and eventually quite painful halt.
We headed out at a wicked pace. It was 23F out and we were excited and neither of us had done much riding during the past week. Anyways, I cranked out the hardest effort of the day during the first 20 minutes. There goes one match and I'm sure to need as many as I can beg borrow or steal, only you can't give these things away you have to earn them. For those who have been hiding under a rock, Boulder is one very hot spot for cycling. Current and former pros live and train here year round. These guys eat people like me up for breakfast, before they've had their coffee and still ask for more muselix. So there I was, in WAY over my head.
We were headed South on US-36 near Lyons exactly an hour from the house, wondering where these guys must be. About the time the question leaves my mouth, a group of 80+ rolls over the hill. We swing around and start drifting to the back. Only this group is so big that we just sort of keep drifting. Finally, I find a slot and slip in. Everything stays pretty calm for a bit. It didn't take long for the fireworks to start. So then it's
"Katy bar the door" and everyman for himself. Only there are
women on this ride, but trust me, they can hold their own just fine. The attacks seemed relentless. As soon as the pace would chill, someone else would fire it right back up. I made the front group all the way to the base of the climb at Carter Lake, I was pretty excited about that. I was kinda hoping they might sit up just for a minute or two before the climb so that I might recover a bit and have a go with the big guns on the climb. They must have read my mind 'cause the attacks just kept coming.
I actually recovered some on the climb. I don't know how, other than it didn't seem like too much was going to change, and there was supposed to be a regrouping at the top near the north end of the lake and I really needed to catch my breath. So, I'm pretty happy with that effort. I had no idea what I was getting into. I seemed to hang on well enough. There were moments of doubt. My body cried in agony more times than I can count, it recovered though, just in time to have another dig.
The field was very deep and very strong. This made for a great training session. When the pace started creeping towards the redline, you could just dig in and get your work done without having to worry about gaps opening up. I learned so much today. Hugh kinda babysat me. He'd tell me when to move up into the front group and when some climbs were coming up. These learning experiences are invaluable and they make the learning process so much more fun. The strength of the field was fun too. I can only imagine that this ride is pretty similar to an elite level road race, only the race would be much more cutthroat.